My wish-list and Tushe tushe tushe!!!

On the issue of dreaming, well ... I dream a lot. Especially in boring lectures.
The sequence is almost always the same: the prof starts singing his lullaby, I yawn and dhoom. My head starts to fall on either side. Quite like a gyroscope.

Anyway, recently, something magical happened. I bought my laptop in a highly leveraged transaction and the deal was worth it. My eurail pass investment seems to be paying off.
[ By the way, one ends up spending a lot more in trying to recoup that investment!!!! ]
And I am on a course that leads to fulfilment of some of my dreams. Inshallah. Ameeen.
[ The dream list is still out of bounds. My grand-ma insists they should not be shared! :P ]

Just yesterday, we were on a trip to Brussels, which is aroud 300 miles from here. We went on an ICE international train, and gawssh, it was amazing. On the autobahn beside us, we could see a car driving fast, then another car swooshed past it and then, our train swooshed past the swooshing car. We estimated the speed to be above 150 kmph, more like 180, and the LCD screen started mocking at us, proudly proclaiming the speed to be 249. And the train picked up more speed!

Brussels is an international city, with a nice juxtaposition of Art Noveau with more modernistic designs and older architecture. It turns out that the most famous monument in Brussels is 'Mannekin Pis' - a pissing boy. We thought it would be at least a big sized statue. It turned out to be life-sized. And the omnipresent Japanese tourists were there in droves gawking at it. I almost wanted to tell them, "You may as well look down and see the same thing". But I refused to indulge in any such attempts at their mockery.

The starting point for the retrn journey was at the southern end of the city. We were at the northern end and realised that either we took the train which left in 40 mins from then, or waited 4 hours for the next train. We decided to give it a shot, and I tell you, we walked all the way from the north to the south and reached there a full 10 minutes before time. And we collapsed by the time we reached there.

Belgium seems to have drawn more from the French than from the German. On our way back, we wanted to ensure we were on the right track. The Master Map Reader [Yours Truly] was sure he was correct, but just to make sure we asked a passerby.
"Whats the way to [loud]Brussels [louder] Midi?" The voice accentuation was a direct result of his indicating to his, through his facial gestures that he was not able to comprehend our English.
"Midi?"
"Yeah"
His face and hands pointing straight."Tushe tushe tushe tushe tushe", in such a hurry of sounds that we thought he might collapse the next moment.
Then some garble. "Uber bingle bingle" accompanied by a violent nodding of his head and a gesture to his left. If the previous excitement hadn't killed him, we were sure he was about to collapse now out of sheer exhaustion. His face belied a sense of genuine concern for us.
"Ok, straight". We almost wanted to congratulate him for telling us something in French and getting us to understand it with his facial gestures. And for all the anxiety he exuded.
And we thought the game was over, and we will say Thank you and leave.
"Tushe tushe tushe tushe tushe", and the same violent series of expressions were revisted.
We ran away, fearing for his safety. While on the flee, we looked back and waved and shouted a giant thank you to him.
And just for the records, Master Map Reader was right on track. Even literally, he was on track.

Its a crime to kill your dreams
its a sin to murder hope
There's no hurdle you can't overcome
there's no problem you cannot cope.
(Copyrighted :P )